Chapter 886: Volume 28, The Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, - 3: Revenge
The blood-red eyes of the envoy from Homer made everyone feel somewhat scared, yet he also felt a glimmer of satisfaction, as this was exactly the effect he had intended to achieve.
This Lord of Poznan now resembled a Barbarian in a Berserk State, almost completely losing his rationale, and his extreme rage left him unsure of what to do. It was evident that Lord Komer’s tactic had trapped his adversary in an uncontrollable anger. The Lord had overtrusted his own judgment, overlooking some details. For someone as cunning and experienced as Nissa•Ferdinand, how could there possibly be a written contract? But at this moment, it seemed that Lord Ebson had completely forgotten about these details that should not have been overlooked.
"Lord Ebson, I am very sorry, even though we are still in a state of hostility, but for such an act of betrayal by an ally, both I and Lord Komer also feel contempt. However, the cruel reality forces us to accept these conditions. You can see that in the agreement, the Silesians gain most of the territorial profits, even including Groningen, for which their desire is quite urgent. In exchange, the Galleians will receive the Rundbell Area of Silesia as compensation, and we’ve only acquired the Trelins Area," said the envoy.
The envoy cunningly conveyed part of the information: the seal of the Silesian Lord’s Mansion and the signature of Nissa•Ferdinand were both absolutely genuine; otherwise, it would have been impossible to deceive the discerning eyes of Ebson. However, the Lord of Poznan clearly had failed to notice a slight imperfection in the production of the contract, where the part with the final signatures and seal slightly bulged from the previous contents. These minor differences might not even be discernible to someone examining them under normal circumstances, let alone to Ebson, who was already highly stressed. Moreover, the agreement was not completely fabricated out of thin air, the agreement with Silesia was entirely truthful, but the Galleians were just ruthlessly dragged into it. The behavior of the Silesians confirmed the authenticity of the agreement; true within false, false hiding within truth, that was the trick of counterfeiting.
After taking several deep breaths in an effort to calm his emotions, Ebson knew he couldn’t. He examined the agreement carefully again, especially the signatures and seals; they were definitely authentic, as no one could forge them. Ebson was as familiar with Nissa’s signature as he was with his own handwriting, and looking at the behavior of the Silesians, activities of Beastmen, disturbances within the territory, it was clear they were all just a cover for their collusion. The utter despicableness of this person made Ebson curse out loud.
"Lord Ebson, I think you are clear about the current situation. You cannot withstand the advance of our Army without reinforcements. If the war continues, by tomorrow this place will be a ruin, everything will be destroyed. I think you wouldn’t want to see such a beautiful city turned into rubble, would you? Moreover, I believe that by this time, the Silesians might already be ready to march, and as soon as we conquer here, their army might head straight for Poznan City and Groningen, which are their real targets," said the envoy.
"What are you trying to say?" Tiredness and despair mixed, Ebson found it hard to calm down and think clearly. The enemy’s intentions were so apparent, yet he still clung to an unrealistic sliver of hope.